Lyrics:
people, Brown people
Native American, Indigenous people
Cause we're all saved by the blood, but don't label me as a thug
For the record, I got love for
apartment I gotta be outta here by four
'Cause all I got saved up's a bucket of love and some songs nobody's heard before
It's looking dim from my point
oh yeah, all right
take it easy baby
make it last all night
she was an american girl
it was kind of cold that night
she stood alone on her balcony
she
a girl named Carrie Munks mortuary, then it goes to the cemetery She told me she loved me and it's scary Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars Swoopin
Of a real live girl
Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
By a real live girl
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
Of a real live girl
(shut us down)
Said if there's smoke, I'll be right there
All of my dawgs don't fight fair
I'm the Arabian dream, ho
I'm the American nightmare
to me and my history that this was my first radio hit as an American girl who grew up watching American Christmas movies. My father loved a Christmas
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
Burden bearers, for the real
Here comes the life of American Dream
Hustled the streets as he murdered and schemed
She took her life she was only Fifteen
Daddy's little girl Jesus
capitalized by characterizing all competing diamonds as being conflict diamonds. This allowed them to charge premiums on their “Conflict Free” diamonds. Now
audience
15-year-old American girls, mostly
Who knew little of Somalia how much better
To sing them songs about Americans
I also learned about
in the sky
Woke up surrounded by Redman
The chief rolled up and grabbed me by my head band
Gave me tea made of cactus and tree bark
I swam with salmon
of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
Tudutudutudu,
Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes
Never wear your heart on your sleeve 'cause it don't go with the suit
You got a bad, bad
girls a couple real hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing
Lovely girl
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart, and they all sing
Lovely
bottom hip hug momma
Givin' me the belly button blues
Thai stick roach clip hair back road trip
She was makin' all the moves
Girl those days are gone
Take the whole fam
To the mothaland
But the way we talking like Americans
God Damn
Man
What would you wish for?
Me?
I want every girls attention
Midwest, down south (whatcha got), white and brown
I ain't talking 'bout meth... I got gurbs on deck, and they all on go
They love to take my soul
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
Carrie gave this good girl spice
The Chicks they taught me I can stand my ground
When I'm not ready to make nice
With every word from the wise
I learnt
bitches be scary nowadays, think I'm a rough fuck
Main bitch go Carrie nowadays, if I don't fuck her
I don't like nobody, I don't trust none
If you ever
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
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